Page 77 of Beautiful Beast

He moved our fingers together, teasing and exploring. Dipping down even lower near that entrance I’d rarely had cause to think about—other than when I bled—and back again. “Tell me what feels good, Princess.”

“I don’t know.”

The softest of purrs vibrating against my back sent chills over my skin. “Don’t think about it. Just tell me when it does.”

Our fingers circled together around that small bud of sensation they centered the mouths and tongues around. Again the lower path, dragging the wetness of my body up to ease the path. It was the gliding upward and around that made me gasp first. Our hands moving back and forth over it, drawing strange and new pleasure. Not as intense as what it had been, but building. “Yes. There.”

“After we take you,” he whispered, “I’ll teach you how to fuck yourself with your fingers. Right now, this is just for you.”

Back and forth, his fingers moved with the strangest friction that gathered that intangible pleasure together in a haze that rendered me unable to speak or think or see. He slowed down to an agonizing pace, and I moaned, needing more. There was no way to tell him with words, but he didn’t need them. “Faster then,” he murmured into my neck, heat gliding beneath my skin with every breath.

Yes. Faster was better. Faster made my hips buck towards our combined fingers and close my eyes, fighting against the urge to beg. It was a different kind of delicious heat. It rose more quickly than the devilish flicking of his tongue and came on stronger.

Zovai chuckled in my ear. “Faster?”

He released my hand, once more dipping into the natural wetness of my body and using it against me. For me. To show me what this was like. I couldn’t breathe. And still, my body was exposed to the air, my soft pants echoing in the small space around us.

“Zovai—”

“Come for me, Lena.” The words were a purr. “Let me taste your pleasure. There’s no one here who will judge you or take you away because of it.”

More than once I’d heard tell of ladies in court being pleasured in the dark hallways of the castle. Or in the quiet of the library. That they’d come back to the throne room with wrinkled skirts and smug smiles. Scandal always followed after.

There was no scandal here.

Zovai’s fingers moved in a steady flurry. That single, curling tendril of sensation curled around the core of my being and tightened. He wrapped an arm around my chest, pressing us together into the shelf of ancient texts, and I clung to him. “Let go, princess.”

A nova flared behind my eyes, a sharp cry shattering through the looming silence as pleasure followed. It lingered with the movements of his fingers, my body at once yearning for more and fighting the touch on my too-sensitive flesh.

“Again,” he murmured.

I could. Deep down, I knew that his hands on me could push me to new heights of this sensation, and I wanted to experience it. But not here. “Not yet.”

“Mmm.” He hummed into my ear. “Are you sure? If I kneel before you, I believe I could bring you again. Hard enough to drink your pleasure. And perhaps again after that.”

Turning, I threw my arms around my neck and gave him my weight. “I’m sure.”

Zovai lifted his fingers to my lips, painting them with my own arousal before he kissed me and licked them clean. The rawness of it—the dark, beastly side of all of them that lurked between the surface—made me hesitate. I wanted it.

Stars, what would my life have been like if I’d never known what true pleasure was? If I’d been relegated to the bed of a prince who cared for nothing other than my position as his queen and his own pleasure. From what they told me, this was still the barest hint of what was possible.

“I want you mindless,” he said against my lips. “For all of us. Once your body knows what we offer, I’ll have the others pin you down while I taste your cunt until every orgasm is a flood. Take turns until our beds are wet enough with your pleasure it can drown out our flames.”

My body shook with the image. “That’s not possible.”

“It is,” he promised. Then Zovai grinned. “And even if it weren’t, never dare a dragon. Such a challenge cannot be resisted.”

I swallowed, still catching my breath. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for such a thing.”

“But you’re curious?”

Licking my lips, I tasted the two of us together, and my body reacted once more. What would Helena think of me? Turned into a wanton woman who craved things that should never be named.

I huffed a laugh. Of anyone, she would be shoving me into their arms with more abandon. “Yes.”

“Good.” His eyes burned like coals. “Good. Shall we?—”

Another scraping step on stone made me go still. Zovai just smirked and looked down at me. “Guess those listeners weren’t so invisible after all.”

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